Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2021 02:54:08 -0400 From: Eric Murphey Subject: The Premonition Part 8 Gay adult youth So I was pulled over the other day. I had my license. registration and insurance card ready for the officer when he walked up to the door. I was speeding I know I was speeding. New York state trooper says. SIr do you know why I pulled you over? I thought you know Im paying anyway I was busted and Im guilty so why not have some fun? So I reply. You just heard a really great joke and wanted to share? He looks at me a second to register what I said. He laughs and says no. He goes and checks everystuff and comes back in like two or three minutes. He hands my things back. You have a good night sir. He says and goes back to his car. Now he never told me I was speeding but i know I was. But hey a little humor saved me a hundred bucks or so. I just thought this was amusing and thought I would share it. Also I have been getting more email than usual. I like that and I give total credit for the responses to my editor Zero. Because he has made this story what it is. He has made it better. Thanks Zero and thank all of you for emailing. I appreciate each and every one I get. So to keep stories like this going donate to Nifty. Thats right Donate to Nifty. Its nifty to donate to Nifty. So um hey can you donate to Nifty? Eric The Premonition Part 8 Written By Eric Murphey Edited By Zero M. I wake up the next morning with Jack snuggled so close to me you couldn't have fit a hair between us, although I'm certainly not complaining. My cock, fully recovered from the cold, reared its head, literally. Jack's back is against my chest and my cock found a nice home lying between his smooth soft legs. When I woke up in my sleep I had been sliding my cock back and forth between his legs and it gave me an amazingly sensuous dream about him. I lay there with him next to me, savoring his young body pressed so hard against me. Sadly, my body demanded to have its morning release, so I grudgingly get up and go pee. I have half a mind to climb back into bed with him and finish getting off between his legs. I don't do it, but I sure think about it. Then I realize that it would be wrong of me to get off like that without his permission. I doubt he would mind, but that's not the point, at least for me anyway. I slip on some sweat pants as I'm chilly this morning. I grab a t-shirt and pull it over my head. I head to the kitchen and for some reason I want some coffee this morning. The last cup I had was with Mike and really wasn't that long ago; before that, it had has been months since I had any. I brew a small pot of coffee while I glance at the clock on the stove, which displays 5:27. I think for half a second I'm up pretty early, but then I remember that I did sleep most of yesterday away. I hope that it's warmer today as the coffee finishes brewing and I pour myself a cup. I put a little sugar in it and take a sip; it tastes really good this morning. A lot of the time I just don't care for the flavor, but for some reason today it's like I'm a real coffee drinker. I wish I could just go in the living room, turn on the news, and have everything be normal again. Well, except that I would really want the boys to still be here. Of course if everything were really normal, they wouldn't be here but happily and safely tucked in their beds in their parents' homes. We have talked about their home lives, and all three of them had a nice home life and had parents who loved them. The sad part is they don't know if their parents are alive or not. In fact, they have a pretty good idea that they aren't, but no one is actually certain. The boys stayed in the shadows in town until they couldn't find food anymore, always looking and hoping to find their parents. When they never came home, well, they knew they had to assume the worst. As much as I love them and as much as they love me, I wish that they had their parents instead. Not because I don't want them, because trust me I do. I just know that they had good lives before and as much as I do love and care deeply them, I'm not their loving parents. If they had had bad home lives I wouldn't be thinking this way. But they didn't; they had soccer games and picnics, fun at the park, and happy times. I guess my mood today is a little glum. I have no idea why. Maybe it's still guilt. I enjoy my coffee thinking how, before society crashed, I used to wake up, read the news on my phone, and head off to spend the day working so I could prepare for this. I open the door to glance outside and it feels warmer. Not really warm, mind you, but up to around 30F or so. I really wish I would have gotten an outside thermometer. I kept thinking about it but just never did. I decide that maybe I can clear a spot later for the chicken coop. Mike told me there was no rush to get it set up, but I don't want him having to use his feed to take care of what are now my chickens and goat. I'm glad after yesterday's brisk weather that I helped them out with a new solar panel so that at least I knew they were nice and warm. I finish the coffee and put on some heavy winter clothes, a coat, a hat and a scarf instead of how I dressed for my nearly suicidal mission yesterday. I even put on gloves. I grab the snow shovel and decided that I want the chickens to be near the greenhouse. I want them close, but not so close that I have to smell them. I start digging a path toward the spot; it's not too far, maybe a few hundred feet. Of course to move a few hundred feet of three-foot thick snow cover takes a lot more than a little bit of effort. I work until I get cold, and go back inside to warm up. I have worked about an hour by this time and have made pretty good progress. I'm about a third of the way there. Once I get inside I take off the extra layers and start to get warmed up with another coffee. I pull out some oatmeal for breakfast. It's not the boys' favorite but it's good for them and I have a lot of it. They like it okay but prefer other things more. I won't lie, I do too. A little after 7:00, Eddie comes out and sees that my winter gear is out again. "You been outside this morning." he says as a fact, not a question. "I want to get an area cleared for the chickens." "I don't think Mr Washington is in a hurry." "No he isn't. But I just need a project; I get bored in the winter being stuck in the house." Eddie comes over, sits with me in my chair, and wraps his arms around me to give me some morning hugs. I of course hug him back. I cover us up with the blanket from the back of the chair, seeing as how he hasn't any clothes on yet. I love it when the boys sit with me like this. He is straddling me with his chest to mine, and he has his head laid on my shoulder. I can feel his boyhood hard and pressing against me. I gently run my fingers up and down his back. My cock is hard as stone now, which he apparently notices since he reaches down and grabs it. "I feel you got your energy back this morning," he says, grinning at me. "Yes I did." "I owe you something." "You don't have to. It wasn't a fair bet." "No, I made the bet. I don't want to be no deadbeat. I make good on my bets." With that he slides down my legs onto the floor and kneels in front of me. He grabs my cock through my sweat pants and pulls down the front. He takes hold of my member, opens his mouth, and pulls it in. One thing I know for sure is that getting oral from a boy is something I will never get tired of, especially from boys whom I love. If I were honest, and I mostly am, as much as I love the boys giving me head, I love giving it to them even more. It turns me on so much to watch and feel their hard cocks throbbing with excitement. It's so hot when they shove it into my mouth and hold me in place because it feels so good, and make grunts and moans as I keep swirling my tongue around their cocks giving them pleasure they almost can't stand. They finally end up forcing my head off because it feels just too damn good. Eddie is moving his mouth up and down half of my shaft at a pretty good clip. It isn't going to take me long at all to cum. I don't try to hold it off when the boys are sucking me. I'd like to, but I don't want them to get a sore jaw. He lifts off my cock and starts stroking with me with his hand. "Dad, will you try to do it again?" Now I'm in a euphoric state that he has put me into. "If you want me to, but only if you are on top and in control," I manage to pant out. "Cool!" is his enthusiastic response as he grabs the hand lotion I keep next to my chair. He squirts a large dollop into his hand and starts rubbing it on his hole as he works my pole with his mouth a lot more slowly now. I am so wanting a release I can't stand it. He lifts off my cock and uses both hands to apply a generous amount of lotion to my throbbing cock. He stands up and turns around. He backs up against the chair and puts his legs beside me with his feet tucked under him. He is facing away from me, which I don't prefer because I want to see his face to make sure he isn't in pain. He lines up my cock with his boy hole and presses down gently. At first it won't pop in, and then suddenly it does. I have to say the feelings that wash over me are pure bliss. He doesn't cry out in pain or make any noise that would signify any pain or discomfort. I reach up and turn his head to the side so I can see his face, at least partially. I don't see any issue, but as bad as I want to cum, I don't want to hurt him. He presses down and about half of my cock goes in; then he stops and waits. "If it hurts, stop," I caution him. "I will be OK," he assures me, and then pushes another inch inside him and waits some more. "I just got to get used to it," he explains as he pushes in another inch. Within about three minutes my cock is balls deep in his very warm and very tight hole. He pauses a minute and then lifts up an inch or so and slides back down. I have never in my life felt such intense pleasure. He lifts up again and this time goes a bit higher, removing about two inches of my cock and then placing it back inside of him. He doesn't wait but a second and repeats the process. He starts to bounce on my cock, lifting it out until the head is the only thing in and then thrusts back down. It is the most amazing thing I have ever felt. I know I said that before, but things have changed. He starts moaning and I know those are his moans of pleasure not pain, which in turn relieves me of any stress that I am hurting him. So I start to allow myself to fully enjoy it. Before, I was enjoying the feelings, but felt that I needed to be ready to stop at any time if he showed any signs of distress; that worry is now gone. I put my hands on his hips and start to lift up to meet him as he slides down. I reach forward and feel that his cock is rock hard. I gently play with his balls as his hole glides up and down over my cock. I move up and start stroking his cock at the same pace he is riding me. After a minute or so of our moaning, he starts to speed up his tempo and I speed up on his cock. I know I am about to cum at any moment and it feels amazing. I wish I could hold off. I want it to last forever, but I don't want to make him sore either. He lets out a long moan and I feel his cock twitching in my hand as his ass squeezes down on my cock. If I had any control over cumming before, it is totally lost when his ass tightly grips my cock and I can feel him cumming. I shoot what seems like gallons of cum into him. I cum so hard I feel faint. I am shoving my cock as far into him as is possible. I have my ass a good six inches off the chair and he is lifted up. He is slowly grinding on my cock to prolong his pleasure. As I finally finish, I sit my ass back on the chair, still buried in him. Eddie is panting from the workout and his own intense cum. "Dad, that was so good. We got to do it again. And soon!" I just pat him on the back with my hand as I can't say anything yet; I'm still trying to catch my breath. In my whole life I have never cum that hard. It is one for the record books for sure. "That looked awesome," Jim says as he and Jack walk out of the hallway where they had apparently been watching. "Yeah daddy, I want to try that,"Jack says. I just nod at him "Me too," Jim says, almost whining like a boy that doesn't want to be left out. I just give him a thumbs up. "Eddie, I told you if you left that carrot up there all night it would go in easy," Jack says with a sly smile. I just roll my eyes and think I have been conspired against. But I'm not mad, not even a little. After what feels like a millisecond but was actually a couple of minutes, Eddie gently lifts off of my cock. I never wanted to exit this boy's bum. He stands up and I see he is walking a little funny but not bad. He goes to the restroom and comes back a minute or so later. I wipe off my cock with a few tissues. "So oatmeal for breakfast then," I say cheerfully as if nothing had just happened, making all three boys giggle. I get up after saying that, a little wobbly on my legs that still feel like jello. I make it to the kitchen, walking like a baby deer. I put on some water to boil and finally regain control of my legs. I slice some bread using a slicing guide that makes sure the slices are uniform, and put it in the toaster. The guide might be the best few dollars I ever spent. Well, maybe not the absolute best, but it was a good purchase. The boys all join forces to get the table set and the Tang out for us. I get the oatmeal done and decide to add some brown sugar today. We have a nice breakfast with the boys not saying too much as is customary when they are eating. "I got some of the path dug towards the greenhouse. I want to get an area cleared today so when the road is passable to get to the Washingtons we will be ready to take over the chickens and the goat." "Cool, where are you putting them?" Jack asks. "I figure by the greenhouse. That way they are kind of close but not so close we smell them," I answer. They all wrinkle their noses and it's so cute that I smile at them. "We can help daddy," Jim says. "Yeah dad, we need to do something or we will get fat." "Yeah daddy, you don't want three fat boys do you?" Jack asks. "I would love you fat, skinny or in between, but I thank you for the offer to help. I will take the first round, then you boys can take the next." "Sure, dad." I get dressed in my heavy outerwear. When I walk outside, the sun is shining and it's so bright reflecting off the snow, beautiful but blinding. I continue working on the pathway and am making pretty good progress when the boys show up. "Our turns," they announce. "How long has it been?" "Like an hour." "Well it's not nearly as cold today, thankfully. I will be back in half an hour to check on you boys. Be careful and if you need me, come get me." I go back inside, take off the winter apparel, and sit down to relax. I see they had been messing with Legos on the coffee table. I can't resist and I start tinkering with them. I love playing with them and I don't care that I am in my thirties. I'm sure I will still like them in my nineties if I make it to then. I am at it maybe ten minutes when Jack comes racing in. "Daddy, you got to come quick!!" he says and races back out. I dash out after him, thinking one of the boys is hurt. I don't bother to put on anything, including boots. My only desire is to get to him as fast as possible. My heart is pounding and I'm terrified. What if it's something major? I have limited knowledge about fixing people. I get to the end where they are and see immediately that they are all three fine. They point at the ground. I shrug and lift up my hands. "What?" "It was completely bare, not one snowflake on it," Eddie says, pointing to a square on the ground about three feet on each side. "That is weird," I agree as I bend down to touch the area. I feel the snow-free patch and it is kind of warm, well warmer then it should be anyway. It's covered with leaves and I brush aside a few of them. "Huh?" I mutter and move some more of the leaves. The boys see what I'm doing and pitch in to help. In a minute we have exposed what appears to be a large metal door. It is made of diamond plated steel and I see a ring on it. "Boys, I'm going to go put on some boots and a coat. I will be right back. Don't touch anything." They all look up from the odd discovery, nod, and look back down. I zip back to the house, grab some dry socks and my boots, and slip them on quickly. I then grab my coat and gloves and race back to the boys. "It's warm," Eddie says, touching it as I walk up. "Look out, buddy. I think we found an old storm cellar. But why it's not covered with snow is a real mystery," I explain as I bend down. "Maybe it's aliens?" Jim wonders. As I look up at him, I notice something else. I stand up to look at it more closely. "I'll be damned." "What, daddy?" I point at the tree. "If you look there are solar cells wrapped around about a dozen trees here." "Wow dad, I didn't know they could do that." "Sure, they make some very flexible ones. I got the solid ones like I have because they last longer. Not to mention cheaper." Now I am wondering if there is someone down there. I don't know what to expect. If there is, I certainly don't want to risk the boys. "Boys, I am going to walk you back to the house and then I am going to come back in a few minutes and see what we have here." "We want to see," they all chime. "I understand. But what if someone is down there and they don't want to be bothered?" Jim and Jack get a look of fear. "Never thought about that," they admit. I walk them back, grab my pistol, and go back out to inspect what the boys have found. I bend down to lift the door. It's so fucking heavy and hard to lift. With a screech of unlubricated metal rubbing against itself, I open it and look down, and I am immediately shocked and amazed.